Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Peking University prepared for Dalbecco's arrival.

The name of the Nobel Prize is still very bluffing. In China, the Turing Prize winners, Fields Medal winners, or Pulinzer Prize winners are the only ones who come from the media. Add a sentence at the end: the Nobel Prize in the computer field, the Nobel Prize in the mathematics field, the Nobel Prize in the media field...

But the pure Nobel Prize, needless to say, the Nobel Prize is the Nobel Prize.

Various honors and awards around the world are comparable in popularity to the Nobel Prize, that is, the Oscar, but the former, as a natural science prize, is forced to be many times higher. For bureaucrats in various countries, Nobel Prize winners And the Oscar winners should receive different treatment.

Right now, after confirming Dalbec’s deeds, Peking University has already hung up the red banners “Warmly welcome Nobel Prize winner Professor Dalbec’s to our school” on all campuses. If Oscar winners come, they can hang them in the auditorium. Just a few pieces are good, and there are too many hangings. Maybe the media will call out what yaozi.

As for some time ago, the red banners commonly seen in the school that "Warmly welcome our student Yang Rui to be nominated for the Nobel Prize" were also covered up, and some banners were directly modified.

Nevertheless, when Yang Rui returned to the dormitory, he was still watched like a panda.

Today's students are not as reserved as the students of later generations. The enthusiasm and unrestrainedness of the students in the 1980s in reality is just like the enthusiasm and unrestrainedness of the students of later generations on the Internet.

Just a few years ago, the young people of the previous generation set up a nationwide connection, train after train of students, circling across the country, just to liberate all mankind.

Among today's students, there are relatively few who want to liberate all of mankind, but there are still many for the sake of poetry and distant classmates, and there are also many who care about honor and food stamps.

Before Yang Rui walked into the dormitory, someone followed him.

People watch Yang Rui with curious expressions more often, and some people say to the person next to him: "Look, people who have been on TV are different and have different temperaments."

"Where is the temperament different?"

"Temperament is something unspeakable, understand?"

On the second floor, more people knew Yang Rui. Several naked boys were preparing to take a bath. Now when they saw Yang Rui stopped washing, they moved the basin to the front and followed in.

After a while, Yang Rui's dormitory was full.

"Brothers, sorry." Yang Rui bowed to the roommates in the dormitory.

Dong Zhicheng, who seemed to sleep on the upper bunk forever, poked his head out and smiled and said, "It's nothing, I guess you will gather a crowd when you come back."

"Don't tell me I'm like making trouble." Yang Rui deliberately made a relaxed gesture, looked around, and said: "How do I think I am like a panda."

When he said this, everyone laughed, and the atmosphere suddenly became enthusiastic.

"Giant pandas are not enough, golden monkeys are almost the same." A boy who was covering the bottom with a towel yelled cheerfully.

There was also a loud voice who couldn't get in at the door: "Get out of the way, let me touch the Nobel Prize nominee."

"That's right, I'll touch it first."

"The meat is very porcelain."

"In our hometown, this kind of pig must be killed by someone during the New Year. Otherwise, it will be a trivial matter if the blood is not received, and the village will be strayed, and if it is not done properly, something will happen."

The people standing around Yang Rui felt it happily.

Yang Rui unceremoniously stretched out his slap, and there was a slap in the room, but there were always boring people coming up to squeeze.

"If it's a girl, don't you guys squeeze it?" Yang Rui shouted twice, always feeling that the way his dormitory was opened was wrong.

The classmates around stopped then, and yelled to Yang Rui for a treat.

Yang Rui is not afraid to invite guests. He simply flipped out his pocket, took out more than a hundred dollars in it, and raised it up and said, "This way, the dormitory can't be opened. Let's go to the lake for a drink, and we will have enough peanuts and Lao Bai."

The surrounding students cheered suddenly.

Nowadays, students are generally precocious. Coupled with the relationship between repetition and late schooling, Yang Rui’s classmates are basically over 20 years old. In contrast, their peers who have not attended university have been in society for three to five years. Therefore, alcoholic beverages It is very popular on the current campus.

With one hundred drunken poems by Li Bai, even in order to pursue poetic dreams and distant places, everyone will find ways to get themselves drunk.

Yang Rui attended a cocktail party when he first entered the university, and this time he did not hesitate to invite people to buy a large amount of liquor.

A group of people walked out of the dormitory building mightily and arrived at the Weiming Lake. Without Yang Rui's organization, they dispersed themselves and started making trouble.

When the classmates who bought wine came back, it was like a big party. Some people joined, some left, some chanted, some sang poems, and some people danced. Looking at it, it was like a group of demons.

As for Yang Rui, although people around him kept saying hello and everyone knew him, the same treatment as Zhongxing Pengyue was gone.

Yang Rui breathed a sigh of relief, but he was also a little worried. It is his classmates, the classmates who are dancing in a flurry of demons in front of him. In the future, there will be more than double-digit officials and ministers of ministries and ministers, and the mainstay of the ruling and opposition parties. I don't know where...

Just look at this carnival scene, who can imagine it.

Suddenly, Yang Rui had the feeling of sitting on the flower boat on the Qinhuai River and watching the students of Jinling. The old bustards from the bottom of the society have a strong feeling of worry about the country, soaring freely over the campus.

It was getting dark soon.

The students in the carnival were reluctant to leave, and they got a few large oil barrels from somewhere, stuffed them with rough wood, poured them on with kerosene, and ignited like a bonfire.

Yang Rui also drank slightly, and together with his classmates, danced a group dance around the bonfire.

"Yang Rui, congratulations." Jumping, Bai Ling came to Yang Rui and jumped up with him.

The tape recorder with its two speakers emits extremely rhythmic music, which makes everyone shake their bodies involuntarily.

Through the dim flame, Yang Rui saw Bai Ling wearing a white turtleneck sweater, and couldn't help but smile: "Thank you, it's been a long time."

"Where did you go when you were away from school?" Bai Ling asked Yang Rui while dancing to the rhythm.

Because of the music, Bai Ling put a hand on Yang Rui's shoulder and approached him to speak.

Yang Rui's ears are itchy, and his heart is also itchy inexplicably.

"I went back to my hometown. A factory is going to be built over there." When Yang Rui spoke, she also leaned to Bai Ling's side. Her nose seemed to touch the tip of her hair and it was even more itchy.

"You are really free in school. Come as you want, leave as you like, the teacher doesn't care." Bai Ling flat her mouth, while speaking, she stepped on dance steps under her feet.

She was able to be the cultural and entertainment committee member of the class because of her dancing skills since she was a child, and listening to music with her ears, she can dance the group dance gracefully without any cost.

In Yang Rui's mind, he unconsciously recalled the youth dance movies he had seen in later generations.

"You want to build a factory in your hometown, what kind of factory?" Bai Ling's breath passed sweetly.

Yang Rui said: "Pharmaceutical factory."

"Is it related to your research?"

"Something."

"Is it the research nominated for the Nobel Prize?"

"That's not it."

The two people had a chat without a sentence, and with the exciting music, they felt extremely relaxed.

"Can you tell me about your research? I want to hear it." Bai Ling took Yang Rui and came to a place a little further away from the campfire ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ with curiosity on her face.

Yang Rui moved in his heart and thought to herself: Tell Bai Ling the story she prepared, and it's not bad to hear feedback.

After sorting out his thoughts a bit, Yang Rui smiled and asked, "I really want to hear it? My story is a bit long."

"You want to hear it, it doesn't matter how long you want." Bai Ling simply pulled Yang Rui to a stop, then took a marching pot from her waist and said, "Take a sip."

Yang Rui unscrewed the lid and smelled it turned out to be Gao Lie liquor.

This temporary big lakeside party provided a lot of drinks, but there was no container. The students all showed their abilities. Yang Rui couldn't help but raise his thumb: "You really are there."

"Quickly tell your story."

"Let's talk about pcr first, this should start from the winding mountain road..." Yang Rui thoroughly used the tone of storytelling, and the tone and gesture of rehearsing in the mirror quickly attracted the surrounding students.

In a short time, more than a dozen people gathered around Yang Rui, and they tended to gather more and more.